My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.
It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.
It combats the scorched blues: its low bass humming swirls like a river enroute to calm and cleanse.
Though, I am overburdened by platters and grime piled high, I will not be stressed out: My appliance rocks; it leaves no trace of last night's culinary disaster.
It restores impeccable order to the platters that seat our daily bread: it partakes of salt and rinse aid; its rejuvenation.
Surely, there will always be a place for its sleekness in my abode: and my polished nails will take it for granted always.
Categories:
sleekness, appreciation, technology,
Form: Free verse
Kicking Tires
So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
I was once the starlet in this scene.
The owner, seeking youth in pristine sheen
his hand on one, his eyes upon the next;
the vintage and the fresh, both rides I’ve been.
I feel oddly sorry for them, vexed.
His hand drops down, his eyes are on the next;
the Classic with her charm and Botox tried.
I feel oddly sorry for her, vexed.
Her perch, always precarious, slides.
The Classic with her charm and Botox tried
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
unsupported on that perch, she starts to slide
the modern model starts a slow advance.
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
the modern model starts the slow advance...
So, this is next year’s model, is it now?
Categories:
sleekness, vanity,
Form: Villanelle
‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade,
To the angering crime of Raid,
And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade,
Sprouting disappearing wings!
‘The Four Accursed Things!’
Off with a B-M-W of superb grade,
Its color, a firm promise never to fade,
And sleekness, a salute to whom had it made …
And into the matter stung cops said to wade,
Badly wanting their hands on them lay,
Plus God who had heard that ‘Farewell’ they’d said,
And wants B-M-W snatching sin dead.
Punitive whips must land their loudest whack
For car snatchers to not bounce back.
Categories:
sleekness, corruption, death, evil, truth,
Form: Rhyme
He was thinking
of the smooth black
sleekness of the barrel
of the ball point pen
divided in two by
a ring of chrome
that married
the two halves.
a ring that brought
two halves together
to operate as one.
Two lives as one,
he thought.
How cold the pen felt
in his hand just then,
foreign, metallic,
and void of feelings.
Categories:
sleekness, analogy, betrayal, break up,
Form: Free verse
JAR OF LIFE....??
Like the thighs of a fresh virgin
The softness of your lips embraced my origin
You contralto voice like the echoes of the Moon filled the room to the brim
Each thrust into your thirty-two made my heart sound gbim! Gbim!! Gbim!!!
The awesomeness of your salivary gland
Like the pool of a wet nurse baptized my origin
Blessed is the angel that carved thy cheeks
More blessed is he that carved thy firm-fleshed riped fruits
In them my soul is buried
It is the sight of them that motivates my inner man
Watching you rise like the mother of dragons
Sent a wave of pleasure down the tails of my drogon
At that point did I say to myself...
If I perish, I perish
Indeed deep within your warmness truly I perished
The welcoming and opening ceremony of your sleekness
Succulence of your inner estate
Your solemn contralto voice of many notes
All worked together for the good of my adventure
In the business of your satisfaction
I was busy making profits till I felt the last drop of my last seed
Into your JAR OF LIFE...
©ABSOL
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Categories:
sleekness, emotions, feelings, onomatopoeia, sensual,
Form: Free verse
O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness...
How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel.
Tenderness is just one press away
from these longing lips.
Digging in, cuticles' thirst would be quenched
like a manicure's pleasure.
The citrus mist would burst beneath your flesh
with the sound of captive release, freedom's sigh.
Fragrant as orange blossoms under active inhales,
sweet as honey perfumery,
tantalizing taste buds would smoothly
squeeze your ethereal pulp upon them,
dripping with delectable desire fulfilled.
Seamless in freshness, unblemished,
each bite would be a lover's delight,
binding beauty, external with internal
in this connoisseur's lifelong find.
2-18-2020
Categories:
sleekness, desire, fruit, longing, lust,
Form: Alliteration
I Will Rise, Above Heart's Weakness
(I Will Rise Above -MY - Heart's Weakness)
Shall I bend, to your massive will
break chains of my aching heart
Or with infinite time wait until
life gives love's sweeter restart
Shall I cry, into your bad heart
show pain dripping in blood
Or wait until we dare race apart
in a deluge waiting to flood
Should I weep, for your mistakes
eat truth to save your soul
Beg forever even more hard retakes
and love burning like a coal
Should I grovel, in abject shame
a man dying in his despair
A fool uncaring of his family name
begging again without a care
I will look, again into dark eyes
fight blackness that stares back
Choose to forget your very bad lies
seek deeper love that you lack
I will rise, above heart's weakness
cut out my longing love needs
Forget your sexy body and sleekness
which my dream forever feeds
Robert J. Lindley
Note: Written decades ago but edited
this morn to remove too many very personal verses.
The original stays private within my journal.
Categories:
sleekness, break up, conflict, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
the snow is lightly falling
it's sleekness like silk sheets
draping around a warm body
it's taste is refreshing
cooling to the tongue
i can hear my feet
crunching on it's stiffness as it
gathers on the sidewalk filling in the uneven cracks
it's beauty is amazing
serene and serenading
to me as i briskly walk home
Categories:
sleekness, nature
Form: Free verse
Since the beginning of time you’ve existed like a curse.
For some your existence forever their irritating scourge.
Your sleekness, glossy and tranquil as you lay flat.
Molding yourself to everything’s very shape and being.
Silently you lay there waiting on anything’s fleeting touch.
With no sounds or movement waiting for the glide over.
Knowing that the slightest twitch can cause an urgency.
Nature your creator coldness deep in your very center.
No action ever taken some times instantly you wither away.
Categories:
sleekness, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Our competition do lot more for us than friends,
They teach us all the market trends.
Friends are too polite to point our weakness,
All learning comes from the competitions sleekness.
Going to the extent of advertising our faults,
Doing hard sell acrobatics and cheap somersaults.
Efficient, diligent, attentive and sly,
They’re hoping that someday our business will die.
They keep us alert and make us search for the way,
To improve our quality and services day by day.
If not for competition we’d be lazy and careless,
Making our endeavours more or less worthless.
It’s the discipline that they enforce on us,
That ensures we never have to miss that bus.
Hats off to them for indirectly being kind,
Helping us develop a more alert mind.
God bless them all, till that clarion call;
Let them imagine they’re having a ball.
- Prince Freakasso (Artist & Poet)
Categories:
sleekness, business
Form: Personification
Unwanted in Heaven, most wanted in Hell,
He’s the one to whom your soul you sell.
Right from creation, the onset of time,
The bane of mankind, a cartload of slime.
What makes him outsmart those playing their part?
Is he an upstart with an accurate chart?
Using his mind and most tempting of ways,
Never gives up till the end of your days.
Theres only one defence, we all know that’s true,
And that is for God, to truly love you.
Anything less and lifes in a mess,
From the womb to the tomb;
Its some game of chess.
We humans are one lot with a whole lot of weakness,
The ideal group, for old beelzebubs sleekness.
Without a doubt its God’s greatest desire,
To outwit this charlatan and forked tongue liar.
Prayer is the one thing from which you never must tire,
Your ticket to paradise, escape from the fire.
- Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)
Categories:
sleekness, parody
Form: Personification
Cascading ebony curls,
weave her lean oak body,
Gothic vines scatter mustard buds,
clothing her Sultan figure,
Fingers and appendages tangle in this mesh,
Droop against her sleekness,
Attemp to shun day`s life.
Underneath, bats perch dormant,
Spiders playfully weave,
Snakes await lunch,
Hypnotic Miss Spanish Moss Maiden.
Categories:
sleekness, animals, life, nature
Form: Free verse